With a light motion, I rose from the bed and stepped out of the room. My stride was steady and unwavering. My black gown fluttered lightly each time my feet touched the cold stone floor of the corridor. My gaze was fixed forward, sweeping through each room I passed without pause.
Velthya, who was sitting at the dining table, immediately noticed the change in me. Her hand, which had been about to bring a piece of bread to her mouth, froze in mid-air, and her eyes locked onto me.
"Good morning…" she said cautiously, though her voice carried a note of wariness.
I didn't answer. I simply sat in the empty chair across from her and began to eat the breakfast that had already been served. Silently. My focus wasn't on the food but on the thoughts spinning relentlessly in my head.
After we finished eating in a silence that felt suffocating, I looked at Velthya. "I'm going," I said softly but firmly.
Velthya immediately straightened up. "Where? The world isn't safe yet. Is this about—"
